Loneliness Kills

This reoccurring feeling...
That sharp knife piercing my heart...
It keeps coming back
When it knows
I'm alone.

I wish for it
To stop!
But the knife
Keeps stabbing.

No one around
To talk to about it...
No one to contact
To talk to about it...
Just alone...
While the thoughts torture
This wounded heart.
YamiNoSukai YamiNoSukai
18-21, F
1 Response May 11, 2012

Let Me Be There For You.